M. J. Putnik, Boca Raton, Florida Branch   I just kissed my husband goodbye. I watch him walk toward his marked police car and get inside. I stand at the window ... Read more

Susan Bassler Pickford, Member-at-Large in Lyman, Maine   Navigating the dangerous passage of old age Between rocks and eddies One side covered with indifferent, defeatist attitudes Devil- may- care, rock hard, ... Read more

See photos and news about all the celebration! 2016 National Pen Women Biennial Convention

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Brenda Layman, Central Ohio Branch   Bright morning balcony sun Me, arranging flowers in the old green vase That was my mother’s Kept in a cabinet over the refrigerator Where ... Read more

Cleo Griffith, Modesto, CA Branch   The pest control man came today, the first encounter, and I wanted to hug him, cry on his shoulder, pat his back, say I ... Read more

Mary Joan Meagher, Minnesota Branch   Once there was a light – But it was hidden. Sometimes a gleam showed, But hardly anyone knew it was there.   The light ... Read more

Anne Marie Vale, Ph. D., Sarasota Branch   My mom, Rita, was born in 1920. Money was scarce and troubles were plenty. But her faith was strong and her spirit ... Read more

Martha Steger, Lifetime Member-at-Large, Richmond, Virginia   Imagine an unattended baby-seat strapped to a tree for thrush-eggs’ nourishment but sabotaged by cowbirds’ sinister deposits in this tiny home held together by spiders’ webs ... Read more

  After reading “After” by Octavio Paz Diane McDonough, Cape Cod Branch   After telling myself no day after day, the way mother did when asked if I could do ... Read more